I heard footsteps approaching and I knew it was someone who worked here because Brick didn’t exactly wear heels like this person.
BAM! BAM!
“You cannot do that in here!” a girl who sounded like the manager hollered angrily.
“I’m about to cum, oh my gosh.” I licked my lips, stiffening as Chaz drilled me hard until we both exploded.
BAM! BAM!
“I do not want to have to call the police!”
By that time, we’d finally caught our breath so he let me down off of him. He put himself away, and I quickly slipped into my clothes feeling like I needed a hot shower. The manager continued to beat on the door until I finally pulled it open. As she ridiculed us, Chaz and I booked it out of the dressing room, passing Brick who followed us. When we got outside, a group of about ten girls got sight of Chaz and took off running after us. My legs were too weak for this and felt like gummy worms.
“What the fuck!” I shouted to Chaz as he, Brick, and I raced through the shops, hoping to make it to the hotel room before the mob of girls caught us.
“Chaz! Chaz!” they yelled at random times.
People were taking pictures from all around us as we finally made it to the elevator. Brick was able to block the girls who would have had us if it weren’t for him. Just before the doors closed, Chaz removed his shirt and tossed it through, sending the women into a screaming frenzy.
“Did you really just do that?” I smiled, looking at his fine ass leaning up against the back of the elevator shirtless. I was already ready for round two.
“Did you just really convince me to fuck you in a dressing room?” He opened one eye to look over at me and I just chuckled.
“Y’all muthafuckas are nasty. Ishmael gon’ kill me.” Brick shook his head. “You fucking in public and Kordell getting arrested.”
“Arrested!” Chaz and I exclaimed together as we stepped off the elevator.
“That’s why that nigga ain’t text me back.” Chaz sucked his teeth. “What he get arrested for? And is he still locked up?”
“Got arrested for assaulting people with water guns—he and Cassie. And no, he got out early this morning; they both did.”
Chaz and I laughed heartily as we entered our room along with Brick. Only Kordell and Cassie would end up in some shit like that.
After all my bags were down, I walked to the closest bathroom and started the shower. I peeked out the door and stared at Chaz for a moment, before he made his way over to me so he could join.
“Yeah, I’m gonna go. Let me know when you need me.” Brick shook his head and left, just before Chaz closed the bathroom door.
Shai “Mischief” Benjamin
A few days later…
I’d just finished laying that pipe on my wife, so I was watching her try to catch her breath. We’d figured out ways to fuck around Lanai’s cock blocking ass, and so far, it was working. I loved my baby girl and how she always wanted to be up under me, but not when I was trying to put a sibling in her mama. I’d maybe sit her little ass down one of these days this week and see if she and I can come to some sort of an agreement. I needed her to fend for herself while I was getting some pussy.
Leaning forward some, I kissed between Laine’s legs, making her tremble. Ever since she convinced me to have that threesome with that whack pussy bitch back in Las Vegas, we’d been like dogs in heat. I mean we always fucked, but usually two times a day was the limit. Shit now, two was just the beginning of the day.
“Yo’ pussy is so fucking pretty,” I mumbled before pressing my lips against it again.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she said, “Thank you.” She chuckled lowly as she watched me, before biting her bottom lip.
“What, you moisturize this shit?”
Laughing, she said, “You’re supposed to. It’s like the skin on your body so you’re supposed to moisturize it. You’ve seen an ashy vagina?”
“I don’ see all kinds of pussies, baby. Not necessarily because I slid up in them, but just know I’ve seen all kinds. So yeah, some of them boxes definitely look ashy and a whole bunch of other shit too.” Gripping her sexy thigh, I asked, “You put coconut oil on it?”
“What? No!” she laughed, shaking her head. “Where did that come from?”
“I be seeing that shit all over Instagram. Them hoes be acting like coconut oil can change they muthafuckin’ lives and shit. I hate the smell of it though.”
“I know, baby. You let me know on our first date when I told you my perfume was coconut.”
“Damn, I said that shit to yo’ face?” I tittered as she narrowed her eyes with a smile and nodded.
“Yes, asshole. But no, I use 100% Shea butter.”
“I hurt yo’ feelings when I talked about yo’ stinky ass perfume?”
“No, nigga! You actually said you liked it, and I told you it was coconut mixed with something else. That’s when you said you hated coconut but enjoyed my perfume.”
“Let me make it up to you.” I climbed between her legs.
“I didn’t say my feelings were hurt, nigga. Stop trying to make up an excuse to fuck.” She cheesed as I placed her legs over my forearms.
I smiled subtly, before pushing my way inside my favorite muthafucking place.
***
Some hours later…
I made it to the Static building, prepared for this long ass day I was about to have. This whole week I’d be working on this TV show named Prodigy’s. The show was similar to Empire, except it was just about a black female girl group, a quartet. The bitches playing the roles were around my age, twenty-six, but playing high school shit. Only three of them pulled it off, but the other needed her ass beat for trying to make people believe she was anything under thirty-five. Trust that I know black don’t crack, but that bitch had cracked years before she got this damn role.
I entered the studio to see Teryll James, the girl who would be writing the songs to my beats. I’d met her like once or twice, but we hadn’t come together yet, so today would be the first. She supposedly had written some hits for people in the past, but I don’t recall ever hearing her damn name. Plus, not to be cocky, but the beats make the songs sometimes, especially with these little weak ass musical shows. By saying that, it really didn’t matter if her words were good, because my beats would be top notch.
“What’s good?” I closed the door behind myself and removed my backpack.
Teryll was pretty attractive, with her smooth brown skin and slim frame. She had some big ass gray eyes, and a haircut that bitches called a bob or some shit.
“Hey, Mischief.” She smiled, reaching her hand out to shake mine. “It’s nice to finally be able to get alone and work together.”
“I guess.” I sat down, not interested in all the fucking formalities because I knew she was a bitch. I wanted to get straight to work because, unlike her, I had other shit going on outside of this show that couldn’t take a back seat. Not to mention I had a whole fucking family that couldn’t be ignored.
“I heard you weren’t too talkative so I was expecting this,” she said as she giggled.
I ignored her, powering everything on. As I waited for the computer programs I used to load, I reached into my backpack and pulled out the shit I needed. It felt like déjà vu with Aspen because this hoe’s eyes were fixed on me and I could feel it. Unfortunately for Teryll, she wouldn’t be able to get blessed with this dick like Aspen had.
“Aight, so what you got? I emailed you the melodies, and you were supposed to put the words in place. Did you?”
“Yes, I did. I do improv with my lyrics.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, so I recorded the lyrics on my phone, but I didn’t write it down. So, is there anywhere we can hook this up and listen to what I came up with?”
I handed her the aux cord, and she hooked it up to her iPhone before doing something on the screen. I sat back, arms folded, and waited for something to come through. Finally, it did, so we both stayed quiet
and listened.
“I guess you don’t like the words.” She scooted closer to me and looked into my eyes hella intense once the record went off.
“Where you get that from?” I frowned, irritated by her ass already.
She was annoying as hell, and I hadn’t even been here an hour. She talked too fucking much and I could tell she was a know it all. I hated them types of bitches, and I would be quick to tell them they didn’t know shit and wasn’t gonna keep acting like they did, at least not around me.
“Well, when it was playing you were just sitting there.”
“Because I was listening.”
“Oh, I don’t know, I just think if you like a song, you bob your head to it or something. But I heard about you, so I guess that’s not really your style, huh?”
“Music 101, baby girl, any muthafucka that’s immediately bobbing their head to some shit they ain’t ever heard ain’t really listening. I was still because I was taking it in, paying attention to what was being presented to me. So look here, don’t tell me how to do my job or how to conduct myself. If I don’t wanna bob my fucking head, then I won’t. And quit saying you heard about me because I’m sure the lame muthafuckas you hang with don’t know shit about me. But they will if you keep running ya mouth.”
Her face was serious and surprised, but it soon relaxed into a pretty smile.
“So you don’t know Aspen?”
Aspen’s ass would never mentally move the fuck on. Bitch was dating some rapper she claimed to love, but was still opening her mouth up about me obviously. I guess that’s my fault because I trained that ass to open up wide. Hilarious.
“No I don’t. I know her pussy and nothing else. Don’t know the bitch’s birthday or her last name.”
Teryll began laughing and shaking her head.
“You’re mean as hell, but I like it. I think we will—”
“I think you need to get in the booth and demo yo’ lyrics over. I can give you like five minutes to copy it onto paper.”
“Why do I have to demo them? I don’t mind transferring them to paper, but can’t you get in the—”
“Nah, I can’t.”
“Let’s flip a coin.”
“Man, if you don’t get yo’ ass in the booth and demo them weak ass lyrics. I ain’t flipping a got damn thang. Fuck I look like in there singing on some shit. Granted yo’ vocals are pure trash as well, but it’s yo’ job so do it.”
Rolling her eyes, she got up and went into the booth. While she wrote down what she’d recorded on her phone, I replied to a couple emails and texts. Next week I would be busy as hell, working with artists, and then having the girls from the Prodigy show come in to start recording. I tell you, good money does not come without hard work and sacrificing time, that’s for sure.
“Aye you done?” I pressed the button on the mixer so she could hear me from within the booth.
“Yeah, sexy, I’m done.”
Scoffing, I cued up the music and counted down for her before I hit record. I sat back and listened to this bitch make my ears bleed for three whole songs, before finally we decided to take a break. She came out the booth, smiling and sighing like we’d been having a good time.
“I could order us some food.” She grabbed my hand as I walked past her. I snatched that shit so fast she stumbled back a little.
“Nah, and don’t touch me, Teryll, for real.”
“Well let me come with you. Where are you going for food?”
“No, you can’t come with me. I don’t wanna hang with you or eat with you. I don’t like you,” I stated calmly, and her jaw dropped when she saw I was dead serious.
She started towards the back of the studio room where the couch was and said, “Fine. I guess I will just stay in here alone and—”
I slammed the door behind me, cutting her ass off. I don’t know what types of games that bitch liked to play, but I’d send her ass flying across that soundboard with the quickness if she kept up with that hoe shit.
Chapter Two: Laine
Today I didn’t have anything to do, so Lanai and I were on the couch, watching TV. I had some chips and water, and she had her little fruit snacks and juice. Smoothing her hair back, I kissed her plump cheek as she munched on her snack like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
“Let’s find something else to watch, Nai, since your cartoons are off. Is that okay?” I looked to her and she nodded.
I began flipping through channels, sighing because we had all this damn cable and nothing to watch on television. As I kept sifting through, I ran across the news and recognized a face on it. Quickly flipping back to it since I’d hit the channel up button too fast, I zoned in and shook my head when I realized I indeed recognized the face. I turned up the volume, and for some reason made Lanai sit in my lap.
“Creator of the elite modeling group, The Models, Jude Whittaker, has been released from jail. If you recall, Mr. Whittaker was sentenced to five years in prison for recruiting women from all over to solicit sex services to high-end clientele. He passed them off as being actual models, when in fact they were high-end escorts. Whittaker was busted two years ago, and was jailed along with a few of his models. The models arrested with him were recently released just a month ago, and now Mr. Whittaker for good behavior and time served during his trial…” the reporter ran off, with Jude’s picture plastered in the background. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of it.
“Oh goodness, hopefully he gets his life together.” My grandmother walked in with a plate of cookies that had Lanai about to go wild. She didn’t even like chocolate chip cookies yet she would always act crazy for them. Then she’d take a bite, frown, and leave it somewhere that it didn’t belong, like the damn floor.
“Me too, but knowing Jude, he’s probably gonna go right back to what he was doing and be more secretive about it.”
“Didn’t you say the only reason he got caught was because someone told on him?”
“Yeah.”
“Well then looks like he already knows how to keep it under wraps, he just needs to find out who told. Do you know?”
“No, I wish I did. I thought about doing it, but I know Jude isn’t the one. He may be small and may have gotten assaulted by Mischief and Kordell, but he fights back in other ways that don’t involve his fists. I didn’t need those problems.”
The fact that Jude was out of prison was slightly bothersome, but I just needed to calm down. I was sure he wasn’t worried about me and that I was just being paranoid. Inhaling and exhaling heavily, I adjusted Lanai in my lap and tried to erase the thoughts I had from my mind.
“Amen to that.”
My grandma sat down in the big comfy relaxer that Mischief got her for a Valentine’s Day gift. I swear if I didn’t know for sure that he was absolutely in love with me, and that my grandma wouldn’t betray me, I would think them two were in love or something.
I reached up to get a cookie, and when Lanai tried to take it from me, I moved it. She began crying like always, so I broke a little piece off and let her taste it. Like usual, she frowned and then turned her head away from me as if I was gonna try to feed her more.
As soon as the cookie went down my throat, I felt it jumping. I gently placed Lanai on the couch and then rushed to the bathroom so that I could throw up. Dropping to my knees inside of the half bathroom, I cradled the toilet and let it all out. As I vomited up what seemed to be everything inside of my body, I felt my grandmother’s soft hands pull my thick curly locks back into her hands.
“Shai is gonna be so happy,” she spoke through a smile. I couldn’t see her, but I could hear it in her voice.
“Mommy,” Lanai called me. I chuckled when her small face came into view, right by the toilet like it wasn’t full of my throw up.
“Get back, Nai.” I palmed her little body and gently moved her back.
I took a few moments to be sure that I was finished, and then rose to my feet and flushed the toilet as my grandmother rubbed my back. I grabbed
my spare toothbrush from the cabinet, along with some paste, floss, and mouthwash, then I began brushing my teeth. Lanai hugged my leg tightly the whole time.
“Let me go get a test for you. I know you have one around here somewhere.”
“Under the sink,” I replied before rinsing my mouth.
Once I was done with my oral hygiene, I attempted to get everyone out of the bathroom, but Lanai wouldn’t budge so I just sat her on the hamper across from the toilet. She was so cute with her plump cheeks and little bushy eyebrows that she’d inherited from her father.
All kinds of thoughts raced through my mind as Lanai and I stared one another in the face while I peed on the stick. It’d been two years since I’d had a baby so I’d had ample amount of time to get my body back and build my resume some more. I just didn’t feel like pushing another human through my vagina. But other than that, if I was pregnant I would definitely celebrate. Hopefully it would be a little boy, even though he’d probably be another terrorizer like his daddy.
I washed my hands when I was done, and then let my grandma in so we could wait. That five minutes seemed to fly by, because as soon as I lifted Lanai into my arms, my grandmother squealed at the results of the test. I looked down at it, and chuckled lightly as my grandmother hugged me into her.
“You’re gonna be a big sister, Nai.” I kissed her face.
***
Later that night…
I was lying in Mischief’s and my huge bed, rubbing Lanai’s back. She’d been fed and bathed, so now she was fast asleep. She didn’t want to lie down in her own room, and since I was alone right now, I let her have her bad ass way.
Just as I was about to text Mischief and see how much fucking longer he was gonna be, I heard him coming up the stairs. When I looked to the doorway, he was entering, and the sexiest smile covered his face upon seeing Lanai and me in the bed.
“Young rowdy is asleep this early?” He chuckled, removing his hoodie and t-shirt at the same time to expose his chiseled chest.
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